When the states are aligned
The sharp edges of reason yield
To the muted, hopeful notes of what
Echoing a melody more true
The rhythm of logic escapes me
When the dream comes on again.
Unguarded by the hard and fast
Of scientific rule
The chambered world of possible accentuates the fool.
A beauty full
A pleasure pool
It culls the heavy heart and fuels
A spirit born anew.
The striking, infinite spirit of you.
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